The Wall that Separates

I sail upon unopened seas,
waiting at the brink of them,
searching for the evidence,
that all I knew was not the end.
Yet still the rolling ocean tide,
obliterates my fantasies,
that all my preconceptions of this world,
might one day rend.
The placidity of what is known,
fills my heart with sudden dread,
and here I sit with oar in hand,
waiting for relief.
The excitement wrought
from the unknown,
though frightening it might well be,
has now become belief.
Oh, should the wall the separates,
become like mist and fall away,
and let me leave the prison,
that has become the world in which I live.
The blindfold placed at every turn,
keeping me within this land,
oh to have a chance at freedom,
everything I have I'd give.
Yet not a hint of hope remains,
I see the world behind me fade,
another curtain blocks my view
of all the world I've always known.
No evidence the wall will move,
that separates the unknown new,
so here I sit upon the sea,
imprisoned and alone.